Wordless Wednesday: The Turning
With a forecast of our first freeze on Friday, I pause to say goodbye to the exuberant annuals that have graced our cottage. I bow to the turning.
With a forecast of our first freeze on Friday, I pause to say goodbye to the exuberant annuals that have graced our cottage. I bow to the turning.
The sweet song of the wood thrush is unmistakable, but increasingly rare, as they are very endangered. Also famously elusive, we were lucky this day.
Blessings of May Eve and Beltane! Let us celebrate this magical time together, knowing we are blessed by countless ancestors and Divine Ones as we do.
The Green Veil spreads across our woods and gardens at Laurel Hill Cottage. Won’t you pause a moment today, and cherish the fragrant touch of Spring?
Phoebe the wise zen kitty teaches by example: Today I will live in the moment…unless that moment becomes unpleasant, in which case I’ll take a nap.
It has been a while since I posted a Wordless Wednesday, but the images that John has made of our beautiful snowfall are too good not to share. Enjoy.
On a recent walk down our hill to the river, my sweetie noticed Sister Turtle basking in the sun. Like her, may we pause and savor Summer’s pleasures. Blessings!
In July, John took this photo of Sister Blue Heron, as she flew along the Little River, just down the hill from our Laurel Hill Cottage. Change is in the wind.
My owl guardian has been nearby, calling at night, and communing with me during the afternoons. Her blessings and protection are humbly accepted.
Outside our bedroom window, through the closed glass and screen, John took this lovely shot of the new baby in the camellia bush getting lunch.